Ma Tan pulled Liu Yin to the Northern Army again, and this time he did enter unimpeded. The previous blockade was to stand up for the colonel, and he had no power to stop Liu Yin, who was already a miscellaneous general.

A few people went straight to the place where the Northern Army was responsible for recording, and Ma Jian once again encountered such a large number of archival bamboo slips.

"When can I have an entourage to help me do the math, I have to come personally every time for this kind of thing." Ma Tan picked up a stack of bamboo slips, extremely skillful in arithmetic, and secretly complained.

"I personally go to the war, I am at the forefront of government affairs, and I even do the audit myself...... Look at my life, don't be really tired to death in the end. ”

Among all the ways to die, exhaustion is undoubtedly the most torturous, and I hope God will be a person.

However, while Ma Jian was complaining and calculating, Liu Yin watched his general's movements curiously beside him. He found that his general was moving quickly, and a few strokes on the ground were almost enough. Then write it down, then erase it and quickly count the next volume.

As for why it doesn't count on paper...... The main thing is that it is too expensive, and Ma Jian is really reluctant.

In this era, although paper has been relatively easy to use, the price is not something that ordinary people can use. Even until the Tang and Song dynasties, paper was not a regular product.

For example, in ancient Chinese literature, a few words of literary crepe are summarized in several sentences, and the main reason is to reduce the cost by omitting space.

By the time the paper was cheaper in the Ming Dynasty and long stories appeared, the language was basically close to the vernacular.

Every time he thought of this, Ma Jian regretted a little what he was doing when he returned to Shuzhong so early. Before the papermaking workshop he improved in Longyou was opened, he came to Chengdu.

I can't find out if there is a qualified paper produced in the future......

Soon, soon, Ma Jian had already completed the record of entering and leaving the city gate for a month. For Ma Yan, just one month's records are enough to roughly understand the family background of this gang of sub-clans.

For example, the Qian family, the private soldier clan mostly enters and exits from the West Gate, and the main destination is the first line of Xichong County in Brazil. There should be 300 private soldiers in Chengdu, and it is unknown how many there are in Xichong County.

There are also the Du family, the Zhou family, and the private soldiers are basically this number.

"The foundation of the Zhou family is mainly in Bazhong, the foundation of the Du family is all in Fucheng, and the core of the Zhou family is in Langzhong......" Ma Jian touched his chin and felt a little tricky.

Obviously, the number of private soldiers of these Shu Han clans is very terrifying. According to a rough estimate, there are three or four thousand private soldiers of the Chengdu clan.

This is not an ordinary scary, you must know that the entire five schools of the Southern Army are only 3,000 soldiers.

And the most important thing is that this little soldier slave in Chengdu is only the tip of the iceberg. The real foundation of the great clan is in the locality, that is, Shuzhong and Bazhong.

"In this way, even if the decree prohibiting private soldiers is rectified, it is estimated that it will not be very easy to implement it." If you want to go to Bazhong, all parts of Shuzhong will supervise and check the private soldiers, and there are so many things that Ma Jian feels a headache.

Why is it so hard to die?

"General, you're done?" Liu Yin saw that Ma Jian stopped moving, and asked cautiously.

"It's almost counted, there are roughly a number of slaves and private soldiers of the big clans in Chengdu." Ma Jian waved his hand, looking a little helpless.

"But even so, what we see is a drop in the bucket from what the big clan actually has. If we really want to check it all, I guess we have to go to Bazhong and Shu County to have a look. ”

"I can only say that it is very troublesome!"

After the liquidation was completed, Ma Tan was ready to go to Tingwei again to see if he could sort out the prototype of the decree first.

This was a very tedious task, and Ma Jian was ready to stay up for several days and nights.

However, before Ma Jian could go to Tingwei, he was stopped by someone halfway.

"Captain Ma, our family master admires your prestige, so he set up a banquet in the mansion and ordered a certain general to invite the general to the banquet!" An old man who looked like a housekeeper stopped Ma Jian with a few slaves and saluted Ma Jian respectfully.

"Your master? Who is it? Ma Jian frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"Great Confucian Zhou Shubu also!" The butler replied slowly.

"Zhou Shu?" Ma Jian suddenly realized that it was the richest Zhou family in the Chengdu family.

It seems that his actions have aroused the vigilance of the localists, and he wants to win over him like this?

"I'm sorry, business is important, I don't have time to go to the banquet, let's talk about it another day." Ma Jian waved his hand and said bluntly.

After speaking, Ma Jian didn't care what the Zhou family's housekeeper said, and took Liu Yin to take a detour directly.

To be able to become the housekeeper of the big family, there is a vision to see. Seeing that Ma Tan's refusal was extremely decisive, he stopped entanglement and turned his head back to resume his life.

In fact, the localists themselves don't want to make things bigger, and if they do, they won't have a good time. Therefore, the Zhou family, on behalf of the local faction, took the lead in wooing Ma Yan.

However, it is clear that Ma Tan is not like you. Now that I've recognized this matter, don't say you're just a Confucian student, and you can't be a beast!

Ma Yan's direct refusal was passed back, and Zhou Shu also frowned.

"Could this horse be the reincarnation of the Iron King Eight? It's not good if you don't get in like this. Zhou Shu shook his head, as a local official, he has the lowest position but has a lot of power, the main reason is that his family is rich.

They are the richest man in Bazhong and the head of the land, and basically mentioning their names in Bazhong is better than mentioning the imperial court.

"But even if you don't get in the oil and salt, there is no one who can't be won over in front of my Zhou family!"

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When the local billionaire Zhou family began to plan how to win over Ma Yan, Ma Jian once again had a closed door in terms of Tingwei.

The officials of the court said that without the order of the Prime Minister's Office or the edict of the palace, such a major matter could not be done. No matter what Ma Jian said, Tingwei said that he would do things according to the rules.

I have to say that the prime minister said that he would not help you, that was really not helping at all. And as long as the Prime Minister's Office does not express its position, all the officials in the court are in a wait-and-see state, and they will resolutely not wade into your troubled waters.

There was no way, Ma Tan could only go to Guan Xing in the service to see if he could follow Liu Chan's path. However, Guan Xing's reply to him soon was even more disappointing, and the palace responded that everything was subject to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Come on, the ball is kicking back.

"Playing ball is such a time-honored legacy, has it been so popular so early?" Ma Jian was busy for two days, but he didn't get anything done, and he felt that his blood pressure was high for a while.

There is no way, Ma Jian can only think of a new way, at least the legislation cannot be done within his authority.

After eating the closed door soup again, Ma Jian returned to his house exhausted, ready to rest for a day and make plans.

Ma Tan's own house was in a remote part of Chengdu, and in order to create opportunities for the Assassins, Ma Jian didn't even keep a single slave, and all of them were dismissed.

If it weren't for the fear of not waiting for the assassins and the thieves, Ma Jian would even want to sleep with the door open every day.

However, when Ma Jian dragged his tired body back to his house, as soon as he entered the house, Ma Jian suddenly felt that something was wrong.

There's someone in the house!

(End of chapter)